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RIPPERS1

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I have spent long days, and even longer nights, considering the simple feeling, of love. It is so intangible, and yet knows no limits. It has no form, no bounds, but can be measured by only the heart. There is no price that can be paid, No wish that can be granted, that provides the seat of passion which comes with love. From the void that makes the universe, the stars, the world that orbit thousands of suns, it comes. It is primal. it began before speech. An explosion from deep within the cosmos that lays dormant in each soul. Like the crystal hanging in the dark, that becomes an eruption of color when hit with light. In the realm of human senses, none spark the same magnitude as can love. Pain pales when compared to it. Even the loss of love can cause pain unbearable to the soul. The shivers of love, the sensation the runs the body and effects the mind, and dances upon the heart. It makes lips tremble and flesh flush with heat. It clouds the observer sight and mind with its beauty. Love is so intangible and yet so real that it may be the purest of abstracts. It is a language of mind and heart. The poetry and verse that can be known only by two. A perfection contrived by a living breathing, bulk of emotions, which is noticed by no one, and felt by all. You perceive, once you plunge into it depths, each delicate nuances. You sense, or hear each others movements and thoughts. The hand becomes more than something that touches, the eye more than a way to see. Tiny moments or a change in expressions unnoticed by the masses, now trigger, tremors, and even earthquakes of desire, and lust. Love transcends time, space, and intelligence. It never perishes and feeds off itself. It, in true form, surpasses thought, color, beauty, and age. It can only be felt, only be celebrated, never captured, but always there. Love is like the heart, mandatory for one to live. No different than air, or water. The soul must have love if it is to survive.
 

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